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Rh We put on our skates; we strapped the royal feet firmly to the treacherous rollers, and helped him up.

A fish out of water was nothing to the antics of that unfortunate savage. One guard at the door tried in vain to restrain his mirth. When the king went scooting over the floor, as we supported his limp frame with its two awkward legs projecting aimlessly forward, the guard burst into a loud guffaw. The chief, or king, heard that unhappy man's laugh, and, struggling wildly to his feet, roared an order to the other guards. The unfortunate soldier was at once hurried away to prison, or something worse. Thereafter there was no outward levity.

We toiled with His Royal Highness for several hours. He was plucky, and gave up only when completely tired out. Then we took a recess until the following morning.